POST APOCALYPSE RPG

He cocked his gun, waited for the right moment. Turned the corner and shot. Bang! another body on the ground. He motioned to his partner to get the woman and kids out. They were clear for moving... or so it looked. A shot heard and his partner fell into a heap. The kids stayed by the body, starting to cry. "Fuck." he ran grabbing the kids, and towards the door. He forsake holding his weapon out and ready so when shots came he covered the children. He got them to the next building, more of his team showed up. He gave them directions to take a kid and get to safety. He cocked his gun again, three bullets left. Probably 6 unseen enemies, he would have to weed them out.He made his way back to his dead partner, dragging his partner to safety. He looked at his partners face. Or what was left of it, tore the dog tags off. He would come back for the body if he could. Pocketing the tags, he continued on his trek. He heard two voices, "Oh man.. dude this is fucking insane!" "Shut up! We haven't gotten our signal that we are clear from those federal bastards."Cocking his gun the two men went silent, but they moved too late before his bullet went through one and into the other. 'Two bullets left.' he rushed over into the room they were near. He found a lap top computer. 'This could be treasure.' he grabbed it, removing his bullet proof vest and unzipped his uniform he placed the computer inside. Zipped up and put his bulletproof vest over. It should be protected, and if he dies it would be hidden well. Or his name isn't Dylan Jones. He continued scouting.He found three more people, he stayed hidden. Eavesdropping to what they were saying, "We have to leave now." "Can't. The federal scum is outside knocking on our door." "Someone has to tell the rest of the group, and show what we are up against." Dylan cocked his gun as they were talking. His finger on the trigger, and looked over seeing each person position. He would have to kill one with his hands. 'Make it quick.' Out of hidden position, bang, one bullet two people. Cocked, they both go for their guns, bang. Last one held the gun cocked it, and as Dylan ran up, shot, miss. Dylan kicked the gun out of the man's hand, fighting as hard as possible. The other as hard as he was taking too. But Dylan, using his empty gun pistol whipped the man knocking the guy out. "Prisoner of war." hand cuffing the man. He had counted six, but he couldn't find the sixth one. They probably bolted. He hoisted the man on his shoulders and went back to his partner's body. Grabbing hold of his partner, he lifted him over his shoulder. Making his way back to headquarters.

A pair of sea green eyes opened after a few more moments and a sigh escaped their owner's mouth. The cracked brick wall behind her was made all the more real thanks to the near escape she just managed, unlike those she had been working with. After being in so many close calls before this, you'd think that her heart would get used to it, but she could feel it beating faster than it was supposed to. "Dammit..." She muttered, running a hand through short, dark brown hair. "Well, I guess I wasn't the one that got caught, so it doesn't matter too much..." Obviously, the care she had for the others was immeasurable. If you couldn't measure 'nothing', anyway.
She pushed herself away from the wall and slinked through the shadows, away from the man that had just captured one of her associates. She was supposed to go see some federal jackass about getting a job in about an hour. She had a government to infiltrate.



NEXT DAY


Dylan had visited the widow and handed her the dog tags, the funeral expenses would be covered so she wouldn't have to worry about it. His life insurance would be hers too. He drove in his SUV, back to the government building. He didn't want to see the hungry kids that were waiting for their parents to come back. Even if they never will, Dylan hoped to God that they would. He parked his vehicle in the garage for all government workers. His bike was in the shop, so he couldn't ride it for a while. He got out and walked toward the entrance to the building. He had an assigned partner already and his old one wasn't even buried yet. Disgruntled, he kept his black shades and leather jacket on. No respect for the government today if there wasn't gong to be respect for the dead. He stayed in the lobby, he would meet with his new partner soon. Probably lead by the commander in chief, the short bald man, and his secretary. The secretary is always something to look at, so he didn't mind seeing her.

The woman had spent the last few minutes going over the details of her new job. "Alright, now I guess the only thing left is to introduce you to your partner," the short man informed her, walking out from behind his desk. She nodded, standing with her hands clasped behind her back as she listened. In truth, she was starting to get bored. She had never liked authority figures. 'Stupid suits... Who put you guys in charge, anyway?' Her thoughts remained in her head, of course. For right now, she was just another hired hand eager to help the government in its time of need. Yeah right.

Dylan cracked his fingers, he would be nice to his new partner. Heck, he would invite the guy to drink a beer with him. Even if it is a little early. That was when Dylan saw the commander in chief, Dylan made the stride over to the commander, "Hello sir, reporting for Partner reassignment." He saluted the commander and looked at the bald man, "Good day." then to the two women, "Well isn't that great. You finally have an asisstant secretary, must be great." he took off his shades, showing his light blue eyes. He is clean shaven, and his short dark brown hair stands up on it's own. His shoulders are broad and muscular, he grinned widely. One gold tooth at the very left of his mouth glinted when he looked around, "Where is my partner?". Then looked back at the commander and chief.

"Actually, Dylan-"
'Assistant secretary?' the woman thought, before stopping the bald man. "Please, allow me to introduce myself." She took a step towards Dylan, eyes narrowing slightly even though her voice remained calm and just slightly cold, though that was thanks to her entire life before this point. "I've done a lot of things in my life, but being anyone's assistant has never been one of them, believe me. My name is Alyx Brenner, and I am your new partner." she stood straight and strong as she spoke, offering him her hand to shake. She already got the feeling that she was going to dislike this guy. Assistant secretary? Really? That was just plain ridiculous.

For a second he was stunned, he never exactly been stunned before. "My partner?" he looked at the commander and chief for approval, when he nodded. Dylan raised a brow, taking Alyx Brenner's hand and shook it. "Then for apologies sake, let me buy you a beer." Looking back at the commander and chief his eyes distinctly asked the question, 'a woman, really?' but when he looked back at her, it was like a double face, "Pleased to have you .." he cleared his throat, "soldier."

She nodded, holding her hands behind her back again at a sort of relaxed attention. "And the same goes to you." She turned and saluted the commander. "Well, sir, I believe I'm going to go take up my new partner's offer of a free beer, if we're done here."

The commander nodded, and Dylan did a half hearted salute. Him partnered with a woman, that is gonna be difficult. Not only that but she probably would be on his case about thinking that she's and assistant secretary.Dylan pointed in the direction, "My ride is in the garage." He put the shades back on as he walks towards the door, opens it and than holds it for her.

Alyx nodded and walked through the door. "Oh, what a gentleman," she noted, failing to mask all of the sarcasm in her voice. After she was out of the lobby she walked towards the garage calmly. Maybe it wouldn't be that bad having this guy as a partner. It could prove to be pretty entertaining, if he thought she'd make for a difficult type to work with.

Dylan walked beside her, not really knowing what to say. So he decided not to speak, should he talk about clothes? hair? he side glanced her every once in a while. When they got to the car, he unlocked it and opened it for her than went to the driver's side of the car unlocking , opening, then hopping in. Starting the car, putting on his seatbelt. then closing the door. He asked, "Do you want music?"

The silence didn't bother the woman too much. It wasn't like she was used to talking constantly people. Actually, her "work" usually required her to be alone. This partner thing was pretty new. She got in and shut the door, putting on her seatbelt and shrugging at the question. "Sure, why not? Play whatever you usually play."

He turned on the radio, the news station came on. Talking about weather and geography, dust storms might appear today... He taps his fingers, and reversed. "So..uh, what brings you here?" if she is gonna be his partner make the best of it.

"Ah, just life... What brings anyone anywhere nowadays. You have to get by somehow, you know?" She shrugged, looking out the window as she listened to the news. "And how about you? What has you working for the suits?"

"Suits?" He shook his head, "I guess, well I like the idea that someone can walk down the street without being murdered. Each person having rights and freedoms without being impended upon. Also, I like the idea of being a hero. But that's just my selfish ambition."

"So you're the noble type, huh? I haven't met any of you guys in a long time. How long have you been doing this, then?" She kept watching the city outside the window, thinking. This man seemed familiar somehow... 'Have I seen him before? I don't see how I could have...'

"I've done this as soon as I turned 18. My father was in this before me, he had fought along side the commander in chief. " Dylan shrugged, " His name was Dylan Jones the Sixth. I'm the seventh. We are all war crones, it's in the blood." he scratched his chin, "How about your family?" He is driving, while he talks.

"Well, I grew up with my dad," she looked over at him as she spoke, still thinking. "He worked in the police force for a while when he was younger, but after I came around he just did what he could to get by. He was a salesman, mostly." That wasn't completely a lie. He was a salesman... He had just happened to sell what he stole. Since her mother had left him, he had had no choice but to take his daughter with him on his jobs. He had taught the girl everything he had known.

"Being a salesman is honorable enough, he took care of you at least." Dylan started getting relaxed around her, a bit. Not enough but a bit. He parked in front of a bar, got out of the car with his keys and then closing the door he made his way to her door opening it. "This is our hang out."

"Looks good." She got out of the car and looked over at him, raising an eyebrow. "You know, you don't have to open doors for me just because I'm a woman. I'm your partner, not some civilian. Besides, everyone knows chivalry is dead," she said with something like amusement shadowing over her voice. "But now, I believe you owe me a beer."

"I guess I have white knight syndrome." he raised a brow. "You haven't been treated well by boys, I take it?" he closed her door and then opened the bar door for her. "Being a man, however, runs in my blood too."

"Where I grew up, no one treated anyone very well." She shrugged and walked inside, going over to the bar and taking a seat. "Where'd you grow up?" She still couldn't figure out why he seemed familiar, but she'd think of it eventually. For now, she might as well just figure out as much about this guy as she could.

"I grew up in the outskirts of the city. Where some of the anarchists recruit, when they can." He sat down and looked at the bartender, "Usual." bartender nodded looked at Alyx. Dylan interjected, "She's my new partner." Bartender nodded again, "So what are you having?"

Still in the works.

Putting together people and ideas to play is difficult. So far, I have a couple of Ideas and I hope to have the people to do it with.. So far there are two people that are good with it. .. But I don't want it to be just me and them two. I need maybe two more or one more.. It's difficult but hey.

I have finally decided it shall be hunters.. But I am reading for vampire masquerade... why? well I have to know about vamps (even though I do a lot more than most when it comes to this).

Ugh.. in other words I know it's going to be at Selene's :)

Alright. . I need my fix.

I have noticed... I am a very picky person when it comes to strangers, I can't just go into a group. I am very shy. It takes a very long time for me to speak to people like that.

So I am trying to make a group with my ladies. Which is both great and sucks at the same time. I am new to dming, they are new to playing. Since they are new to playing, they won't be able to (g/d)m anytime soon. I will be left with having to dm for a long while.

BUt that is okay... Why? Cause I HAVEN'T PLAYED IN SUCH A LONG WHILE>>>>>>>>>>>>>

I told you I was addicted.. I am suffering withdrawals.. it is much like heroin, except I can live an exceedingly long life and I won't kill anyone for my addiction. . . maybe... Just kidding but seriously.. I want to RP SOOO BAD.

I will be (G/D)M as soon as I am ready... ugh.. for now just enjoy my other blogs.

Roleplay

Role-playing refers to the changing of one's behavior to assume a role, either unconsciously to fill a social role, or consciously to act out an adopted role. While the Oxford English Dictionary defines roleplaying as "the changing of one's behavior to fulfill a social role", the term is used more loosely in three senses:

To refer to the playing of roles generally such as in a theater

, or educational setting;
To refer to a wide range of games including computer role-playing games, play-by-mail games and more;

To refer specifically to role-playing games

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Now that we know the definition, there is no need to be afraid. I am a theatre major( and double majoring it with eng. education and lit. major), as well as an avid role player. I would love to audio record it and share with you guys.

ENJOY!!!

(I might include some online roleplays I'm in.)